She looked in the mirror and tried to remember the girl she once was. School had been ok. She had friends but she had been bullied too. She was called a nerd for being academic and frigid by boys who she refused to kiss. She hadn’t really understood the word in that context but she had felt the venom behind it like a sucker punch.
She didn’t even want to go to the reunion. She didn’t need to see people revert to type, to feel uncomfortable in her dress, to prove that she meant something.
She put on her pyjamas.
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